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[byallmeans]

Who: Whoever's passing by
When: Day 34, getting on toward night
Where: Just outside Apartment O
What: Lots of blood :|a

[A kid in yellow who's looking a bit unsteady on his feet has managed to rig a smallish lizagon to hang mostly upside-down from the top of their open door. He's bleeding it out into a cookpot, and by this point, he's leaning pretty heavily on the wall.]

Comments

[ibedeadpeople]

You've gotta be open to new experiences. I wasn't thinking plain vanilla was gonna cut it.

[hohosiscons]

You got it right.

[ibedeadpeople]

Chocolate, maybe. Or ginger. I'm good at being inventive.

[hohosiscons]

... Let's go for chocolate.

[ibedeadpeople]

Adventurous, but not too adventurous, then.

[hohosiscons]

Nah, I just like the stuff is all. Maybe we could go back to that whole eat-food-on-top-of-me thing with that.

[ibedeadpeople]

Sweets for the sweet? Or the slightly bitter, as the case may be?

[hohosiscons]

Who's slightly better than who here?

[ibedeadpeople]

You even need to ask? I am but a novice, in need of a firm hand to guide me.

[hohosiscons]

Oh good. Just making sure you got this right.

[ibedeadpeople]

Mmm... I should let you be the judge of my skills, I think.

[hohosiscons]

I'm up for some judging right about now, sunshine.

[ibedeadpeople]

[leans in a bit]

Are you, now. I'm afraid I don't have any chocolate on me, so I hope you don't mind making do.

[hohosiscons]

What can I say? I'm a pretty flexible guy.

[moving his hands to place them on her waist]

[ibedeadpeople]

[her hands also go to his waist before sliding firmly into his back pockets; she flushes a bit as she speaks]

I hope you're not all talk. Though--though I suppose it's not a problem if you're stiff.

[hohosiscons]

[lauuughing]

That was a good one.

[ibedeadpeople]

You think? Ah-- [and, correcting eagerness to a self-assured drawl] Heh, you think? You'd better get used to it, 'cause with me, they're all good ones.